博客來One evening, while studying her Bible, the Holy Spirit took author Linda Evans in the Spirit to the edge of a vast field of wheat. It was night, yet a bright light shone on the field lighting every blade of golden bearded wheat. The wheat made a soft rustling sound as it swayed in the breeze. It looked like soft, golden, rolling waves of the sea. As Linda watched, her heart pounding, a fine mist resembling a black fog came rolling in and hovered over the field in mid air like a blanket. The fog was thick and hovered about a foot over the top of the field.
In the distance, sitting in the middle of the field, was a storage shack, aged and nearly falling down. Suddenly, out of the darkness of the left of heaven came a huge flash of light, accompanied by the terrifying sound of crackling lightening so loud it sounded like an electrical stage production backed up with the roar of thunder. The lightening struck the shack, and the shack began to burn. As the flames roared and crackled, Linda was speechless. She didn't know where she was and didn't know what was happening.
Then something in the right of the heavens caught her attention ...
